Lily is running and she is *in* the street, running straight for a car that is going *fast* and doesn't seem to be slowing down. We live on a busy street. The speed limit is like 35, though everyone seems to go about 45, so this scenario is exactly the nightmare that I have over and over.

So, now I'm sprinting. I'm jumping over Sam. Over stuff. I don't think I've ever moved so fast in my entire life. I'm screaming Lily's name. And remember, I don't have any pants on.

I jump into the middle of the street just in time to snatch Lily from right in front of that speeding car.

It was like something you'd see on a movie.

I have absolutely no freaking idea how I'm going to keep this kid alive.